But I couldn’t. The question wasn’t directed at me, of course. XXX Then he pulled back, his glorious cock glistening with her saliva. I always feel like the ugly duckling next to them. Even my boobs are smaller, pointy little b-cups that make me feel like a failure. It was a tradition. Everything I’d ever seen or heard told me that I should be terrified. Theo had his head back now, his eyes closed as his thrusting slowly became faster. Even my body is not as nice as theirs. My skin is pale, with freckles scattered across a soft round face that people always say makes me look like a ‘pretty little girl’.
